Well you see, the question of "who asked?" is simply a paradox. Because by asking "who asked?", you are implying that people need to be asked before speaking. But following that logic, you would have needed to have someone grant you permission to say that, because who asked you to say "who asked?"? Exactly, nobody did, and nobody can ask anyone to give them permission to give you permission because no one asked them. And this perpetual loop never ends, creating a paradox. So by you saying "who asked?", you admit that you are a stupid fucking retard, and I fucked your mom bitch.
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No, actually, that is not me. I am not an emoji- nor do I resemble one- I am a human. Also, who are you to tell me what I look like when, in fact, you have never seen me nor likely never will? All that aside, it's clear that you are trying to insult me by calling me a "nerd" (as depicted by the emoji you have sent). I rather take your "insult" as a compliment, as calling me a "nerd", a word often used to mock smarter people, implies that I am more intelligent and have a larger vocabulary than you. Next time you disagree, I recommend you try to come up with an actual argument, or at least prepare yourself one for when necessary. Additionally, before you proceed with sending me a clown emoji (admitting defeat), just understand that you would be further praising me, as a clown is someone who is entertaining and usually considered humorous by the spectators. Furthermore, you would also be implying that I, employed by a business to perform as a clown, have a profession. So, not only are you implying that I am smart, you are also implying that I am funny and have a job, which, judging by; your lack of proper arguments your usage of childish and overused internet humor the amount of spare time you have to brainwash yourself 12 hours per day with social media culture; you are neither intelligent, comedic, or employed. Enjoy allowing yourself to continue on through life as such, as I believe with full confidence that you lack the decency to better your ruined self for the real world. Carry on and have a pleasant day.
Oh nice and emoji. And what do you expect to do with it, motherfucker? You replying with an emoji means that you have no idea what to say and have no valid argument. Go on. Use another one. Lets see how pathetic you are.
Yesterday on the bus to my football game I lost against 3 egolem players in a row. You can probably imagine the rage I felt as I got off the bus. I had the genius idea to imagine that all the opposing players were egolem players. The first play of the ball game was a kickoff, and I ran so fast that I RECOVERED the kickoff, which isn’t easy to do. I went on to cause two fumbles and an interception. We ended up winning 20-17 against a team that was supposedly better than us. Anyway moral of the story, use the rage you get from clash royale to your benefit. And again thank you supercell for making your game infuriating.
Once again, another L taken by the dyslexic community. You know, I've actually dedicated the past 7 years of my life to specifically bullying people with dyslexia over the internet. I have built up a bulky catalogue over the years, storing each persons name, social medias, phone numbers, and occasionally even addresses so I can harass them at any point in time. I spend at least half of my day simply researching which people online have dyslexia, and because of my persistent work towards my cause, I have catalogued a total of 61,637 people (and growing by the second). It has gotten to the point of where I have partially automated the process by having several different bots sort through social media posts 24/7 and if my skillfully selected group of keywords bring in enough matches, that person will be added to the database. I am actually the main owner of the critically acclaimed (17 followers) Twitter account, "Dyslexics Taking L's", and have gained major traction on several tweets, with my most popular tweet reaching 50 likes and 1,285 quote retweets. And I've even put my Reddit community of r/DyslexicHate to good use, and have made my catalogue visible to all 88 members of the community so we can keep the online harassment at maximum efficiency. I have even put several of those people on paid wages to keep things moving more consistently. I have every dyslexic person on my list AUTO-BLOCKED on all platforms and I don't plan for that to change anytime soon either. Mark my words, I will eventually erase dyslexic people off the internet, and hopefully eventually the planet. Most of those internet NORMIES would take this as me being a crazy, insane, or unstable person, but at least I have a cause I'm putting myself towards, and I have the willpower to go all the way through with it.
Oh, and by the way, within the time of me typing this (which wasn't that long, as I am a keyboard wizard who can type at 133WPM and is number 1 ranked in TypeRacer), my catalogue has now grown to 61,899 people.
You will never be Romanian. Your country has no EU membership, it has no money, it has no infrastructure. You are a homosexual Balkaner twisted by oligarchs and poverty into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Europeans mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish economy behind closed doors.
Romanians are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed Romanians to sniff out Moldovans with incredible efficiency. Even 'Dovans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Romanian. Your famished appearance is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk Romanian to your country, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a look at Chisinau.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a car, pick a random EU country, go there, and freeze to death on the street, because nobody wants to employ your kind. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone made from garbage and plywood, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Moldovan is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Moldovan.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Own a Gladius for home defense, since that is what the founders of Rome intended. Four plebeians break into my home. "By Jove!" as I replace my Toga with a Galea and grab my Pila and Gladius. Leave a golf ball sized wound in the first man, he is dead on the spot. Throw my other Pilum at the second man, miss him entirely because he is too far and nail the neighbour's dog. I have to resort to the Onager at the top of the stairs loaded with pots of Greek Fire, "Roma Invicta!" as the Greek Fire burns two men to a crisp, the roaring sound and out of control fire sucking up all the oxygen. Strap my Scutum to my arm and charge the last terrified plebeian. He bleeds out waiting for the police to arrive since Gladius wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founders of Rome intended.
